Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.